[Music: Sergey Dmitriev, Roman Povanov. Lyrics: Roman Povanov]



All these days, her voice is inside my soul

See her face, she turns my life into pain

Sleepless nights, her spirit in the mirror

Inner sights, it's driving me insane

In the lake she roams amidst the waves

Water keeps her spirit under rain

In this world she lives in restless pain

Trouble waltz I'm dancing all insane



Summer night, I walk in marble orchard

Seek her grave, she cannot be alive

In the dark I'm reading ancient scriptures

Cannot find the place where ends her life



In the dark I look at the mirror

It seems covered with blood, I step behind

In madness I take a stone and smash this fucking glass

Suddenly I hear the voice

You don't know the mirrorland

And therefore you make a mistake

It is right, Jane is dead

Her soul's enslaved in the lake

Do you understand me?

Now I show you how she died...